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As I Want You to Be

By: LesbianChickLit



Author's Note: My GF5 is being edited/posted. This is just a fun little lesbian first time story in the meantime. Thanks to Little Foot for editing. The grammatical condition was perfect when she left it, then I started mucking about with it again, so any errors are mine. Enjoy!

Even outside The Jungle, the thumping bass and grinding techno pounded sex into the heads of patrons waiting in line for the doors to open. The dance floor would be awash in gyrating female bodies on Tigress Night at the only gay bar for a fifty mile radius of Bakers City, Oregon. Mia's friends couldn't wait to get in for their standard Wednesday night hunt.

Mia stood in line with them, but wasn't feeling quite the same level of excitement. She'd enjoy dancing with attractive women -- gay, straight, whatever -- and a few shots with her girls, but encountering the same faces each week was getting dull. Bakers City is a small town in a rural county with a limited lesbian population, so prospects were few. She remained open to the possibility of finding a partner for the evening -- waxed and ready -- but wouldn't go home to cry into a pint of Ben and Jerry's if she ended up just dancing and drinking with friends.

Plenty of volunteer lovers for Mia waited in line with her and her friends. Several women shot winks and smiles. Nowhere Mia either hadn't already been or really wanted to go though, no one who captivated or excited her. She nodded dismissively, but kindly, and continued scanning. Her survey was cut short by a ruckus at the very head of the line.

"C'mon! I don't wanna drink or anything. I just want in," the under-21 would-be-patron implored. "I'm 18 and everything. I promise I won't drink."

Bruno the Bouncer responded with the same canned, resolute, and emotionless answer he always gave to a supplicant with a fake I.D. "No valid I.D., no entrance."

Mia checked out the troublemaker. She'd stolen Kurt Cobain's look, but probably didn't know it. Messy/sexy; intentionally ripped loose jeans, black converses, an unbuttoned dark wool shirt over a white wife beater over a black sports bra that was visible in the street light. Her short hair was styled in a bowl cut and hung into her eyes, lending her a slightly rakish look.

The whole line watched impatiently as the inevitable drama unfolded.

"Damn kids," Mia's friend Megan complained. "Why can't they be content to get shitfaced on backroads and in parking lots like we did?"

"At least she's hot." Mia answered absently, still watching the way the cute boi's lips moved.

"Really?" Paula knew that Mia usually went for pure femmes.

"Yeah. Actually, I think I'll see to her. You guys have a good night." Mia's earliest girl sex had been with a butch woman. Granted her first lover had been a more seasoned player than the bad boi wannabe causing trouble for Bruno, but the soft spot and quickened pulse remained the same.

While her friends wished her luck, the rest of the line got vocal about moving the night along as the baby butch got embarrassed, but didn't slink away. Mia realized it'd be a short matter of time before Bruno would have to threaten a police call if the teen didn't move along, and that her bravado probably wouldn't let her publicly back down.

"You asshole!" she shouted at him. "I rode the bus all the way from Haines. I just want in."

"Hey," Mia called out, "why don't you come for a walk with me instead?"

The cute boi stood stupefied at her unprecedented luck, mouth still open in preparation for further protesting. Having next to no sexual experience under her belt, her whole reason for coming to The Jungle was to meet a woman and hopefully make a play for some action. Mia's inviting smile, jiggle, and sway as she approached far exceeded expectations.

Mia walked amid catcalls of "Mia, baby, no" and offers of "I'll go" from the increasingly vocal line. To say Mia is a very attractive woman is...well...it's accurate; she's widely considered stunning and chill. The line collectively watched her walk, her long strawberry-blonde hair rolling down her back, nearly meeting her perfect ass atop long lean legs flexed by stilettos. Hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave.

Still smiling and interpreting her gobsmacked silence as acquiescence, Mia took the hand of the defiant teenager to lead her away.

The young dyke wholly lost her embarrassment at the spark of Mia's touch. Shoulders back and chin high, her burst of confidence spilled out as belligerence directed at Bruno.

"Fine. You're a dick anyway!"

Mia flashed an apologetic grin at Bruno while ushering her new friend away, but thought it proper to impart some wisdom en route.

"Okay. One, his nickname -- not his given name, but his nickname -- is Bruno. We don't antagonize people twice our size, especially not when they have cute nicknames like Bruno, Rocky, Duke, Tank, Rosco, Bear, Diesel, or Tiny. Make that a little rule for yourself from now on. Two, he's not being a dick. He's doing his job. If he lets in underage kids, he gets fired, the owner gets fined, and the only place my friends and I have to dance gets shut down."

Realization pierced the teen's bubble of self-absorption.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think..."

"It's okay, Handsome." Mia enjoyed causing preening with a word as they stopped walking a few feet from the crosswalk. "I dimly recall being a teenager. Speaking of which, let's see some I.D. And not that bullshit one you tried to fool Bruno with."

"What? Why do you need I.D.?"

"Because - if I find out that you're jailbait - we're turning right. I'll get you a sundae at that Dairy Queen up there and then I'll put your cute ass on a bus back to Haines."

"And if you find out I'm not?"

"Then we turn left."

The baby butch came to a quick decision and handed her school I.D. to Mia.

"Just, please don't laugh?"

"You're still in high school?"

"Yes, but only for a few more months. I have a scholarship to the junior college here in Baker's City this fall."

Mia checked the card. Two months on the legal side of 18, thank goodness.

The month old picture showed a very pretty, very feminine girl with long brown hair and light makeup. Mia glanced between the two looks, deciding that she'd bang either girl. Based on the cute boi's sudden blush, she was clearly more comfortable with herself in a more masculine look though.

Mia couldn't resist a little more teasing, enjoying the girl's juvenile sense of magnitude.

"Your name is Leslie J. Flowers?"

"...Yes. "

"And the 'J' stands for?"

"...Janelle."

"You should go by LJ."

Mia pocketed the card in the front of her painted on jeans and impulsively kissed the flustered baby butch. A light brush of her lips developed heat as they both felt a strong chemistry and rising lust. Mia pulled LJ in, holding her slim hips and deepening the kiss. She nibbled the boi's soft lower lip until her mouth opened obligingly, letting Mia have her way with her. Mia brought the teen's pelvis to hers, shimmying. She was pleased to find LJ packing and ground against her.

Mia's hands went beneath the waistband of L.J's ridiculously baggy pants to knead her firm cheeks. Holy Gluteus Maximus, Batman. The girl had the hardest ass Mia'd ever gotten her hands on.

LJ stood on a city street corner, half a block from a girl bar, half a mile from her future college, in the embrace of a devastatingly gorgeous woman who seemed ready to have her right there. On a public street corner.

The rebellious teen fervently hoped she'd do just that.

Lips, tongues, hands, ass, hips, heat; all fusing into ferocious desire. Mia lost herself in possessing LJ. Her fingernails dug into LJ's buns of steel. She quitted those smooth girlish lips to put teeth to neck for a hickey her young maverick could wear proudly.

"Wait, wait, wait. My Mom and Dad will lose their shit if I come home with a hickey." LJ beseeched in real fear. The request flash-froze Mia's ardor and caused her to take a literal and figurative step back.

"That may be the absolute most unsexy thing ever said by any person. Ever." Her smile was as painted on as her pants. Mia disliked complications and restrictions. She really disliked the way LJ's eyes widened at her own mention of her parents. What on earth was she doing necking in public (and planning on more) with a high school boi who worried over what her parents thought of a love bite? Dairy Queen looked better and better.

LJ stood stock still. Half a billion responses raced through her mind. Excuses, retorts, and pretexts aplenty. Mercifully, the mantra "Don't Say Anything Stupid" chased them away from her normally filterless mouth.

Mia scrutinized anxious puppy-dog hazel eyes in an angelic face of masculine beauty, lowered her gaze to the bulge of her crotch, mentally dwelled on the feel of her hard body under those silly baggy clothes, and went back to those hopeful eyes. A frown replaced her phony smile, unfeigned and promising.

"You're lucky that you're handsome. C'mon, we're turning left."

Mia took a second turn almost immediately and led LJ through a couple side streets, always keeping left. LJ still couldn't have found her way back out to save her life, but didn't raise any concerns. She kept quiet in the knowledge that they were going where "jailbait" wouldn't be taken.

She didn't keep the curious look off her face though, so Mia laughed in an improved mood when they stopped in a shockingly clean blind alley, weirdly beautiful in the Oregon sunset.

"We're directly behind The Jungle, just had to take the long way since...well." Mia ran the tips of her fingers over LJ's baby face. "There's an understanding as to what takes place back here, so don't worry. Just c'mere."

Mia pulled LJ to her by her open shirt to resume their interrupted makeout session, more handsy this time in the privacy of "Outback" at The Jungle. Also, Mia felt mildly peeved at being dissuaded from her hickey placement earlier and became consequently more aggressive.

LJ found herself pinned to the brick wall in the blink of an eye. Her heart thundered to the loud baseline of club's music as Mia's hands slid under her wife beater and sports bra to fondle her small breasts. Her nipples, already hard, tightened to near painfulness under Mia's skilled touch. Moaning shamelessly, she wrapped her arms around the sexy blonde's neck, partially for support and partially because she didn't know what to do with her hands.

Mia's breath and tongue tickled her ear, "Touch me, Stud."

LJ's hands went to Mia's generous breasts, squeezing and groping through her blouse. Her first trip to second base excited her too much for her sizzling brain to develop a plan to produce pleasure for Mia.

LJ's obvious eagerness fueled Mia's lust, even if her clumsy hands didn't. She held the teen's wrists above her head and grabbed her package.

"And who was this meant for?" Mia whispered again, voice dripping with sex.

"I'd love for you to... Maybe? Only if you wanted to?" Conversely, LJ's answer just dripped with uncertainty.

"Okay, LJ, second little rule for you." Mia's hand continued to grip the strapon through LJ's jeans. "Anytime a girl's got your cock in her hand and asks who it's for, you say 'You, Baby' with as much self-confidence as you can call forth. Alright?"

"Yeah. It's for you, Baby." LJ sounded like an actor who'd learned her lines, but didn't understand the play.

Mia leaned in and spoke into LJ's light pink lips. "So lucky you're handsome." She kissed the teen hot, fast, and brief, before going to her knees and reaching for LJ's fly.

LJ trembled with anticipation at getting the signal to go for third. She leaned back against the brick, opened her stance, and sighed.

Mia undid LJ's fly and tugged the pants down, finally appreciating their bagginess as the waistband reached widespread knees.

"Damn, girl." Mia caressed the baby butch's defined abs and deep v. "Soccer or track?"

LJ answered between gasps, "Tennis. And track. And swimming."

"Well, fuck me." Then Mia saw the previously felt strapon, which appeared to just be a dong hanging off a leather eye patch with an elastic three inch waistband. What the hell would be the point of this loose, bobbing dildo for either woman, unless...Damnit, the slim-waisted, sexy-assed boi was wearing a thigh harness. How could she not realize? Hadn't she ever?

"LJ, have you ever fucked a girl before?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"No."

Mia stood in the gloaming, a tenderness temporarily replacing her aggression.

"What's the furthest you have gone?"

"When you touched my boobs."

LJ looked ready to cry at the confession, so Mia hugged the embarrassed baby dyke and rubbed her back through her shirt.

"It's okay, Handsome. Everyone has to have a first time. But yours shouldn't be with some stranger in an alley. It should be more special than that." Mia couldn't believe how trite she sounded. She knew they shouldn't, and tried to think of other reasons. Any other reasons. It's a school night was the best she had. Of course, Mia's blood wasn't exactly running to her brain.

Those hazel eyes held hers, so full of longing. Soft lips mouthed, "Please?"

Mia broke.

"Back against the wall. Rest your hands on my shoulders." Mia pushed gently on LJ's chest to make her point.

LJ reprised her position against the brick wall, grinning like an idiot. Her toes wriggled in her converses.

Mia went back to her knees, liking the feel of LJ's strong hands gripping her shoulders and internally giggling at the cute boi's enthusiasm. She twisted the annoying dildo out of the way to the side of LJ's hip, then brushed her fingers through soft, damp, brown curls. LJ giggled aloud, apparently ticklish and bewitchingly sensitive.

Mia maintained their gaze as she dove in, but then closed her eyes to become engulfed in LJ's young, fresh scent and taste. She licked gingerly at the teen's slit, teasingly nudging her tongue ever so slightly deeper with each calculated lick. She kissed slowly back out to LJ's right inner thigh, nipping lightly at the baby butch's muscular flesh before marking it with her teeth. Mia didn't take well to being denied a whim, so -- one location or another -- LJ would be sporting a hickey. The over-stimulated high school athlete only continued moaning with pleasure.

She looked up with a start to see a butch woman watching. The older butch nodded in greeting with a knowing smile, but didn't look away. Another couple drifted out, traipsing to the other end of the alley in raucous laughter. A few smokers drifted out as well, commenting behind their hands and pointing. LJ didn't mind in the least, but hoped Mia wouldn't get spooked by an audience.

LJ needn't have worried. Mia knelt hypnotized by the delicious pussy in front of her. Her tongue took long, measured strokes along its length. She delved deeper with every pass, eventually simply tonguefucking LJ's delectable snatch.

Snatch, in fact, being the operative term. Between the natural virginal tightness and kegal muscles that could pop champagne corks. Mia was vaguely nervous that LJ's grip would tear one of the tendons in her tongue. The thought of what a fiend the young dyke would be with a strapless strapon kept her excitement flowing. Her own dirty thoughts sent her left hand unbuttoning and sliding between her kneeling and partially spread legs into her panties, where the geography was familiar, but undeniably, insistently needy.

The first two knuckles of her right hand surrounded LJ's clitoral hood, rubbing back and forth over the aroused shield on her unseasoned nubbin. Her tongue remained fucking, albeit slowing with LJ's more violently clenching spasms as the teen neared her first orgasm that wasn't self-induced.

LJ was ready to lose it. Her back was raw where she'd chafed against the brick. Her throat rasped out moans and yelps. Her thighs quaked and she mentally blessed the asshole coach who made the whole tennis team do modified wall sits. With Mia's tongue in her and her knuckles manipulating her clit through her hood, she'd never been hotter.

Mia was knuckles deep in herself as well. Three fingers pressed in and out as far as her tight jeans would allow and her thumb furiously fretted her own clit in time to the rolling rhythm of her right hand.

She'd heard chatter behind her on the edge of her awareness, easily ignored at first. Soon, though, chatter graduated to cheers and wolf whistles that pierced her concentration, but she was too close -- both to getting off and getting her boi off -- to change course for the sake of public propriety. Besides, the damage was done. The patrons "Outback" at the Jungle had already seen most of the show. In for a penny, in for a pound.

"Fuck, I'm cumming! Oh, ho, oh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeeeee!" LJ shuddered against the wall and erupted in bursts in Mia's willing mouth. She couldn't believe the level of pleasure the strawberry-blonde goddess on her knees before her had brought her to with such seeming ease.

Mia moaned her own orgasm into LJ's rippling snatch, savoring the deluge of cum that filled her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Damn, athletes always taste so fucking good.

She removed her hands and buttoned her pants before standing to kiss her young lover. The strong hands on her shoulders crossed behind her neck, drawing support for the dead weight her body had become.

LJ was too blissed out to take note of her condition or fan club, but Mia pulled up the baby butch's baggy pants and fastened them closed. She couldn't resist a wet open kiss when she saw the joy on LJ's angelic face.

"C'mon," Mia said with a wave to their admirers, "let's get you somewhere to get yourself together."

Mia wiped her face and hands on LJ's overshirt and draped one of LJ's muscled arms over her shoulders, walking her love-drunk new friend away from the loud, lewd, and leering onlookers in the now crowded alley.

As they made their way away from the minotaurs and through the labyrinth back to the street, Mia stopped to kiss LJ repeatedly. The kisses were in part because the cute boi still had Mia's motor going, but the older lesbian also wanted to shush her "thank you-s" and "where do you-s" before the young dyke could finish a sentence.

LJ, who'd just had what was far and away the most amazing sex of her young life, couldn't wait for more physical contact from the beautiful woman again in any capacity.

Mia was less sure. Having someone so impressionable and innocent was fun, but the idea of going further seemed an awesome responsibility. She knew that LJ would start to bond and the last thing she needed was a lovesick 18 year-old dogging her.

On the other hand, fuck. The cute boi had the sexiest body Mia had ever felt. It seemed a crime to let her amazing muscles, smooth skin, and eager tongue continue to go unused. Surely a night couldn't hurt? She could put LJ on the bus in the morning in time for...high school. Huh.

LJ, after her attempts to speak had been rebuffed, walked in silence. She kept reliving the last couple hours in her head, not considering for a moment that their night might be coming to an end.

Mia realized she needed to choose what she wanted to do -- maybe not "wanted" so much as "would" really -- to choose what she would do with her teen lover as they'd nearly reached the road where they'd met only a few short hours before. Left to take her home or right to send her home.

"Where do your parents think you are?"

"My friend Janey's house, spending the night. I don't have to be back until after school tomorrow."

"You're not skipping school, LJ." Mia loved ditching. Why was she acting so mom-ish to some baby dyke she'd only just met that night? No, this needed to be called before things went any further or any weirder.

Mia reached the road, where a right turn would reveal her decision to LJ. She would simply have to tell the cute boi that she'd had fun, but their night was over and she needed to go home alone to her family or to Janey's house. She'd still spring for a sundae before putting LJ on a bus. Mia opened her mouth to say just that, but the rebellious teen spoke first.


As I Want You to Be Ch. 02



Author's Note: There's some character development and overarching plot and some set up for future chapters here, so it's not a pure sex story. 

Reader feedback for LJ in particular is the main reason I've added to this story, so feedback - positive or negative - is always welcome.

Oh, and yes. It's Kay.

 What happened when Mia and LJ left The Jungle...

Mia brought her sexy high school jock back to her apartment complex and inside her fourth floor walk up. LJ followed closely, watching Mia's strawberry blonde hair bounce and fighting the urge to take two stairs at a time.

Once inside, Mia kicked off her heels and LJ followed suit with her converses.

LJ found herself in a full kitchen with a combo washer/dryer in the corner. Over the breakfast bar, she saw an open living room with dark espresso leather sleeper couch and easy chair set, a 72 inch TV with a massive sound system, and matching dark cherry walnut end tables, bookless bookcases, and a coffee table. The only furniture that didn't match was a rather conspicuously empty coat rack.

"Have you had any dinner?" Trying the cute boi's tongue tempted Mia immediately, but her annoying caretaker instincts forced her to offer comfort to a houseguest first. "There are mini pizzas in the freezer and there's root beer in the fridge. I'm going to freshen up a bit."

While her hostess visited the little girls' room, LJ raided the freezer. To her eyes, Mia exuded sophistication and glamour. The twenty-something lesbian apartment – complete with indulgent food and stylish furniture – didn't diminish that for her. It screamed freedom and choice, two things LJ wanted nearly as much as she wanted Mia. She grabbed a couple grilled caesar organic 7 inch pizzas and popped them in for the 3 minutes recommended.

Mia filled her fridge with girl food (other than a pack of Marlboro Reds which confused LJ as Mia wasn't a smoker). She kept flavored cream cheese, pakora, Barq's, celery sticks and cut carrots, pomegranates and avocados, feta cheese, baghrir and honey butter, cranberry juice, banana chips, and...beer.

An entire shelf held various brews; blueberry harvest ale, maple bacon porter, sour cherry stout, chocolate lager, java dunkel, irish red, and more. LJ might have gotten away with chugging at least one, if she hadn't been overwhelmed with options.

"I think I said root beer, no?" Mia smiled and got the pizzas out of the microwave. "It's right there in the door. Glasses are in the cabinet."

"Please? Just one beer?" LJ pleaded.

"Well..." Mia pretended to consider, thinking the allure that a forbidden beer had for the excited teen was cute. "Maybe just one. But leave the vanilla dubbel alone. Those are mine."

LJ snatched a strawberry sour ale. Her face scrunched up when she found the taste to actually be sour, and Mia nearly fell off her stool at the breakfast bar from laughter. The teen brushed off her rumpled dignity and hurried to more conversation.

"Why do you have so many cool beers?"

"A 'friend' of mine works at a local craft brewery and specialty beer importer. She keeps me well stocked."

"What do you do for her?"

Mia smiled and said nothing.

"Oh."

"Now, now. Wipe that wounded look off your face, Handsome. I'm thrilled to take you to bed and teach you a few things tonight, but I don't do commitment. I'm happy to give away some free milk, but I'm not looking to buy a cow."

"What?" The internally mixed metaphor just confused poor LJ.

"It's an old saying and I'm not exactly sure how to apply it clearly in our case. It mainly means that I'm not looking to get relationship-y. Besides, even if I wanted the girlfriend thing, I'm way too old for you."

"How old are you?"

"That's a rude question."

"You asked me first."

Mia smiled again.

"I'm 25. And you're making me feel ancient. So, are you ready to go have some fun before my old bones crumble?"

LJ hopped off her stool at the invitation and followed Mia to her bedroom. 

The queen bed dominated the small room. The comforter and pillows were modern too and the head and foot boards were upholstered with the same dark espresso leather as the living room set. The inexperienced LJ would soon learn why that was such a good idea.

"You said something *long, lingering kiss* about wanting to lick my pussy next?" Mia asked the hot and bothered LJ.

"Uh-huh." An aggressive Mia pulled her into another impassioned kiss. The sweet boi's head started swimming again and she'd have said yes to almost anything. Being offered exactly what she wanted barely registered as she fell back under the sexual influence of her hot new teacher.

Mia recognized the haze of lust in her young lover. It was both flattering and energizing. Having a naïve baby butch proved a strong aphrodisiac.

Mia continued kissing LJ while removing her wool overshirt and paused briefly while pulling her tank and sports bra off. The femme drew her hips back to access and drop the baggy pants and help LJ step out of them. She also ripped off the useless thigh harness and tossed it aside.

Naked, LJ looked remarkably feminine. She certainly maintained a very high level of fitness and focused on cardio primarily, so her body exhibited long lean muscle. Yet her small breasts were pliant, her hips curved (albeit narrowly), and the pouty lips peeking from between her firm thighs were all-girl.

Mia had no "in depth" designs between those pouty lips, alluring as they were. Taking LJ's virginity that way constituted a bigger step than Mia would undertake. Most girls feel nervous and vulnerable about their unbroken hymens, and little butch girls usually more than most. Mia just wanted a fun night and had plenty of juicy fruits in mind to sample without popping LJ's cherry.

"It would now *kiss* be your turn *kiss* to undress me." 

Mia's hands kneaded the newly-naked LJ's muscular ass, which distracted the sexy young boi.

"I said, 'undress me,' Handsome." Mia bit down on her lip mid-kiss to empathize her point. LJ had found herself a skilled teacher, but not a patient one. She soon also found her hands pulled to Mia's hem in irritation. There they fumbled briefly before Mia lost her patience entirely.

"So very lucky that you're handsome." Mia shoved LJ backward onto her waiting bed, "I suppose I'll have to take my clothes off myself, LJ."

The cute young boi felt embarrassed at having failed to kiss and disrobe her consummate lover at the same time. 

Any mortification she may have felt however was quickly overcome by a new wave of lust at the sight of a shirtless Mia, who'd never disappointed a woman with her nakedness.

LJ wasn't a tough crowd either. She'd never seen a topless woman in person, outside of a locker room. There LJ discreetly avoided even glancing at other girls for fear of outing herself. From Mia's bed, she watched with rapt attention and loved every second.

Mia herself knew she'd been a trifle too demanding and liked to show off besides, so she made some spectacle of herself as she shimmied to shake her full, bare breasts and slowly peeled off her tight blue jeans.

"Alright," Mia relented and indicated her tiny pink and green striped thong, "you can remove the last bit."

LJ sat up eagerly. Her fingers stretched the fabric to get between the thong and Mia's warm skin, then pried the material down Mia's firm thighs until it slipped off her calves.

Her landing strip was strawberry blonde too.

LJ instinctively followed the Mia's magic scent toward its source and Mia had to stop the baby butch from going to her knees.

"Silly boi, let me lay back first and you can explore to your heart's content." 

And LJ's heart was very content as she feasted between Mia's spread legs. She knelt there at the foot of the bed while Mia laid comfortably supported by a pile of soft pillows and sighed.

LJ lapped at her new fount of pleasure, losing herself in the smell, taste, and smoothness of warm, wet cunny. The soft little hairs tickled her nose and threatened to make her sneeze, but she soldiered through. Her fervent tongue dipped deep and lapped shallow, down to her taint and up to her mons, over her lips from one upper thigh to the other. She was quite determined to know her first lover's most intimate place with utter thoroughness and devotion.

Mia sighed and enjoyed. Her hand occasionally tousled LJ's shaggy brown locks and murmured encouragement. The teen's tongue in her warmed snatch was pleasant, if little more than pleasant.

Going down on a woman is very like riding a bike. Once you learn to ride your first, you can apply the skill to others with slight adjustments. As you develop your skill, you can ride faster and longer. Or you can have a very satisfying, leisurely ride to your intended destination.

But it is a skill, have no doubt. And very few people are successful on their first ride. Most end up falling on their ass.

Mia let her young lover satiate her curiosity for a while, but was driven to action as her own arousal waxed and odds of satisfaction waned.

"LJ, would you like to see a real strapon?" Mia felt no urge to wound the baby dyke's pride, but wanted something more substantial inside her than a rollicking – but directionless – tongue.

LJ's head came up. She reluctantly abandoned her prize at the suggestion of another fantasy that was still dearer and now nearer.

Mia smiled flirtatiously and rolled over to make a selection from her toy drawer in her dark cherry walnut nightstand. LJ admired the curve of her feminine back and the rise of her smooth buttocks. Her thighs were every bit as inviting from behind and LJ licked her lips at the thought of returning to her dewy folds.

Mia's will prevailed and LJ was soon distracted by the strapon. 

It was actually fairly commonplace; about seven inches of baby blue rubberized plastic with a tapered bulb on one end and a clit-rubbing nub on the other to be attached by leather straps worn as a thong. Still, LJ had never seen anything more immediately enticing, besides Mia herself.

LJ remained kneeling mouth-agape while Mia smiled knowingly and fastened the straps onto the cute boi.

"Are you ready for this?" Mia asked, mostly playfully, but with a touch of concern. Also with a bit of dirty pool as she pressed the breasts and hips that she knew that LJ liked so well against the teen's hard body and strapon.

"Ready, yes, I'm." Luckily, Mia wasn't a stickler for syntax and took LJ's meaning instead.

LJ wanted it and bad. She wanted to tell Mia how she'd had liquid dreams awake and asleep about bringing a gorgeous – but faceless – woman to rapture, usually missionary-style and with a detachable cock. She needed Mia to know her teen gratitude for the opportunity to fulfill those ardent dreams and that Mia's face would now be the one she saw in all her fantasies. Although LJ couldn't express the sentiment, she thought it very hard.

And Mia knew.

She reclined back onto her back again, this time pulling LJ on top of her. The shaggy brunette's slim hips lay against the strawberry blonde's parted thighs, the strapon pressed between their flat stomachs. 

Mia kissed the sexy soft butch atop her. She licked and nibbled the girl's soft lips until she whimpered. She slowly gyrated her hips, letting the strapon grind into LJ's awakened clit. From there, the gyrations grew lengthier, but remained slow and subtle.

LJ only belatedly noticed that she'd begun fucking the beautiful woman kissing her from below, and then the fucking started in earnest.

The sexy boi's enthusiasm was poorly suited to oral, but perfect for Mia's preference in fast and wild vaginal sex. Years of athletic endeavor had graced LJ with quickness and stamina that she put to good use with long hard strokes at a breakneck pace that had Mia quitting LJ's soft lips to scream with the pleasure racing through her body.

Mia's long lacquered fingernails dug into the hard flesh of LJ's tight ass, not that the varsity tennis player needed the urging. LJ rode Mia as though it were what she'd been born to do and loved every moment of sliding in and out of Mia's slick wetness.

The pace kept intensifying. The bed shook under LJ's powerful thrusting and Mia's wild bucking. The gorgeous woman's face flushed. Her breath was short. Her head bumped repeatedly into the padded headboard. Her grunts and moans were both jarred from her by the furious pounding she reveled in. She'd lost control entirely, just giving into the primitive of joy bestial rutting.

LJ's sex pulsed and throbbed with the rhythmic jouncing of the devilish strapon's well placed nub against her clit. Her whole body flamed with passion. Her calves and abs burned. Her hips started to cramp, she felt as though the charlie horse in her foot would stop her, and in her inexperience she'd no way of knowing how very close Mia was. 

Even though a more seasoned lover would recognize Mia as a woman on the edge, LJ couldn't read the signs. She played through the pain though, for the sheer joy and the obvious ecstasy of Mia.

Making her beautiful lover cum was her inexorable mandate and nothing would stop her. She determined to keep thrusting for hours if needed and that thought alone made her wetter as she gave it Mia like a champion.

"Oh, oh, ohh, oh, ah!" Mia's eyes rolled back as an enormous orgasm overtook her. Her arching back relaxed as she sighed deeply, "Ahhhhhhhhhh."

LJ stopped from instinct, realizing the Mia'd had enough, but she remained extremely excited and in need of release.

"Damn, Handsome," Mia complimented with a lulled smile, "I haven't had a fuck like that for a good while.

"Help me?" LJ asked the strawberry blonde in pleading tones, honestly afraid of being left frustrated. Mia wouldn't have left her hanging, but really needed some time to regain herself after the greenhorn hammering she'd just received from the talented amateur in her bed. 

Mia couldn't lift her head, but she licked her lips suggestively and LJ took the hint. The kiss they shared was languid and sweet, with all the rich intimacy of the afterglow. Mia's tongue moved like warm, thick, southern molasses rolling in LJ's mouth. 

Under Mia's casual sway and sensual enthrallment, LJ's arousal grew while her agitation lessened. She came to enjoy the gradually increasing desire that built within her and she relaxed under Mia's gentle care.

The beautiful femme unbuckled and removed the leather harness, her hand slipped between them, her fingers curled, and LJ smiled in their kiss. 

Mia affectionately masturbated the cute boi. Her fingertips stroked and teased shallowly, careful not to deflower the moaning girl laying across her. A thumb rubbed LJ's clitoris in slow circles while Mia's middle finger alternated massaging LJ's warm and engorged vulva and dipping into her tight little snatch.

LJ moaned around the hot tongue in her mouth. She felt so agreeably invaded by finger and tongue that the shock of lacquered nails pinching one of her hardened nipples made her shudder and gasp.

Mia was shocked in return when that tight little snatch answered by clamping down on her finger so hard she thought it'd break in that humid sheath.

With a certain wisdom borne of experience, Mia removed her tongue from the sexy dyke's mouth for fear her teeth would clamp shut like her pussy. Suddenly able to speak, LJ called out in compliment.

"You're amazing, Mia, oh, Mia, Mia, Mia-!" Any other thoughts she may have cared to express were hampered by panted moans of unendurable pleasure.

Mia knew her bed guest would be cumming soon, but couldn't resist indulging in some innocent cruel teasing.

As Mia's middle finger continued to plumb shallowly into LJ's juicy quim, her velvety lips journeyed over the baby butch's lovely face, down her graceful neck, and back up to nibble LJ's pretty earlobe.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Handsome?" Mia whispered deviously.

"Uuuuhhhhhhh! Ah. Uh." LJ nodded furiously to augment her lack of verbal facility.

"You know I can keep you like this – on the tortuous edge of bliss – for as long as I want you to be?" Mia lied a little, "What do you think? An hour? Two? How much can you take?"

Mia accentuated her questioning by sharply tweaking one of LJ's cherry nipples again, this time relishing the consequential muscle spasm of LJ's hot channel entrance. The poor boi's hips pumped slightly on top of Mia, her body naturally trying to fuck as her need began to overwhelm her mindfulness of what she was physically doing.

Ambivalence tore LJ's brain. The idea of remaining at that level of sweet agony for hours terrified her, but Mia's wonderful touching lasting for hours longer made her want to-

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh hhh!" Mia brought LJ back to herself with a tempo change to a flicking strumming of her hyper clit.

"Or I could make you come?" Mia queried evilly, tongue in LJ's ear. She lasciviously reveled in the level of perceived control she had over her naïve partner. Not to mention the tactile pleasure of the wriggling hard body laying on her, "Would you like an orgasm about now?"

"Yehehsss!" LJ hissed through open teeth. Her whole being started to engage in a full body crunch, muscles flexing and unflexing, exhaling fully but unable to inhale normally, and her throat burned as she cried out. 

Finally, her sex exploded with the released pressure of an opened fire hydrant and she flopped down on Mia's lush body.

Mia's kind hands went to LJ's sides to stroke the satisfied pretty boi as she came down from her high. After a few gentle moments, she rolled LJ off onto her back and they said their goodnights.

As LJ lapsed into slumber, her last thought was of how amazing Mia was and how she'd see her again.

Mia took a quick glance at the clock on her night stand and saw 2:17 in bright red. She instantly regretted staying up so late and her last thought before sleep was of what outfit she'd put on for work in about four hours.

Those less than four hours sped by and Mia woke sore and sluggish to a screaming alarm. She tumbled out of bed and stumbled toward her kitchen and the smell of auto-timed brewing coffee. In her grumpy, groggy state, she vaguely resented LJ popping up out of bed like a pop tart and following her with moon eyes into the kitchen.

"Good morning!" LJ said to Mia's swaying naked ass as she followed her hypnotically into the kitchen.

Mia grunted in response.

"Um...Did you sleep well?" The lack of enthusiasm from the strawberry blonde bombshell scared LJ a little.

Mia grunted again and started fumbling with coffee cups.

LJ managed to take the hint and sat at the breakfast bar to wait somewhat impatiently for Mia to complete her morning wake up ritual. Getting to watch her complete the ritual in the nude made it easier.

Mia put two cups of black coffee on the table, poured a generous amount of Bailey's Irish creamer in hers, and held the bottle up in question. LJ nodded and Mia poured some in her cup as well.

After a few sips, Mia looked up. 

"Sorry, Handsome, I'm no good without my morning coffee," Mia smiled, "And I didn't sleep nearly enough, but such is life, huh? You certainly made it worth it anyway. You should know that you fuck like a fucking jackhammer." Mia ran her fingers over LJ's forearm. "Mmmmm, coffee. So what bus do I need to get you on to get you to school?"

"The 7:38," LJ smiled back, her fragile ego having gotten the stroking it needed, "But, can I get to the bathroom for a bit before we go?"

"Of course. Then go get your clothes back on and I'll get cleaned up, dress, and put my face on. Then we'll get that Dairy Queen I promised you on the way to the station. Alright?"

"'Put your face on?'" LJ queried.

Mia leaned over and planted an affectionate kiss on LJ's cheek.

"Not all of us can pull off the scruffy grunge look like you do. Now, vamoose."




As I Want You to Be Ch. 02



Then LJ tossed on her clothes from the night before pretty quickly, but somehow Mia was quicker. The feat was even more impressive as LJ wore her baggy look from the night before, while she wore an impeccable outfit of a deep v-necked blue blouse that highlighted the crystal blue of her eyes, a taupe pen-striped pencil skirt with a high slit in the side that highlighted her tanned thighs, and a pair of matching Mary Janes that just made her ass look freakin' amazing. 

She sat before her large vanity mirror - brushing on her war-paint - when LJ walked back in the open door.

"Can I borrow your toothbrush, maybe, please?" LJ didn't know enough to know if sharing oral hygiene products would be impolite, "Wow, are you a stripper?"

LJ really had a poor grasp in general on what was and wasn't polite.

"What?!"

She did grasp that that tone meant no and WTF.

"I just thought-. I mean you have the big mirror with all the light bulbs lit up and all the products that...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that, that, um that..."

Mia dissolved into laughter and LJ knew she was forgiven.

"I'm in sales. On commission. It helps to look hot, but I only very rarely get completely naked for a sale. And you can have a toothbrush of your very own, along with whatever else you might need." Mia tapped the second drawer below the sink that was beside the vanity.

LJ opened the drawer to find what looked like stock for the travel section in a drug store. She chose an overnight pack with a purple medium toothbrush, Colgate whitening gel, and cool mint Scope and went to work.

"So you got those killer abs playing tennis?" Mia asked to make conversation.

LJ spat.

"Yeah, and it's a tennis scholarship that's paying for college so long as I keep my grades up. If I play well my first year, I could get recruited to Oregon State." LJ was trying to impress her older lover, so Mia nodded appreciatively with almost no condescension.

In the same spirit, LJ continued, "I'm going to come out at school now, too."

Mia frowned, "Why?"

"Because I used to think I was gay, but now I know. I should come out. Right?"

"Is there a girl you have a thing for or something?"

"For you, baby," LJ flirted with assumed confidence. 

Mia liked the fact that LJ was learning how to talk to a girl with some level of suaveness, but shut her down just the same.

"I meant a girl at your school."

"No." LJ found a comb in the drawer and started culling the knots from her so called "scruffy" shaggy brown hair.

"Then – unless there's a LGBT club you want to join or a guy whose heart you need to break – I'd keep it to myself. Start college out and proud, but there's nothing to be gained by rocking the boat with a new identity in your last semester of high school." Mia finished applying her lip liner. "Either way, it's nobody's business but yours what your sexual preferences are."

"Are you out?"

"Yes, but I'm in a place in my life where I don't have to care what anyone thinks of whomever I choose sleep with. For instance, a teenager who fucks like a stallion." Mia gestured at her overnight guest, who puffed up satisfyingly at the praise. "High school can be vicious though."

LJ, or Leslie as she was known still to everyone but herself and Mia, nodded with sagacity of youth as Mia finished putting on her face to leave.

They got drive-thru Dairy Queen and parked at the station in the strawberry blonde's Nordic Green Miata to wait for the shaggy boi's bus.

Mia leaned over to the glove box and took out a magic marker, giving LJ a chance to peek at her cleavage.

"So," Mia pulled up LJ's sleeve and wrote her number on the inside of the teen's forearm. "You can call me in a few weeks if you wanna come over. Or you can come for a whole weekend if you want to check out your new campus. Kay?"

"Okay!" LJ answered and immediately punched the number into her cell phone. Mia mused that the baby dyke wasn't too suave after all, but thought it was cute. She gave her a quick kiss before sending her back to her real life in Haines.

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Three weeks later, Mia sat on her couch watching Game of Thrones - and wondering what Nathalie Emmanuel would be like in bed - when a text came in.

"Hey. Can I drop by?"

Mia texted back a quick yes and watched out her window for the black-on-black Jaguar to pull into her apartment parking lot.



As I Want You to Be Ch. 03



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Mia only looked through her window into the midnight spring Oregon rain for a short ten minutes for the black-on-black Jaguar to pull in her parking lot.

Having not expected her visitor quite so soon, Mia pulled herself from her reverie to make some rushed preparations. Her Cascadian Farms Fruitfulos were tossed down the garbage disposal and the bowl and spoon hurriedly tossed in the dishwasher. She switched off the TV and turned on the "dirty girl" mix on her sound system.

She ran to her bedroom. The old tee shirt and plain panties she wore for a casual night in were quickly thrown in her hamper. She shook out and teased her strawberry blonde hair while trying to choose what she did want to wear for a night in of casual sex. But then the doorbell rang.

"Damn," she thought to herself. "Maybe I can play it off as intentional? Greeting her at the door already naked?"

She opened her door to a tall woman - made even taller by stiletto-heeled Tom Ford boots - with a long red mane, flawless ivory skin, and brilliant green eyes. Far from Mia's nakedness, she wore a Burberry leather jacket, a Givenchy tank, and Saint Laurent jeans. 

For Mia, those designer names were nearly as sexy as the stunning woman wearing the flattering and flattered clothes.

Her guest, for her part, gazed with open lust at the au naturel beauty before her. Mia never disappointed a woman with her nakedness. 

"Hi Kay," Mia searched for something to say. "How was driving in this downpour?"

The two women had known each other for years, but only intimately in the sexual sense. They had a one nighter when the redheaded woman visited The Jungle on her way through town. The chemistry was undeniable, so Mia offered her number for some easy fun whenever Kay passed through eastern Oregon. 

"Uh-huh." Kay saw no need for small talk with an afterhours booty call who opened her door in the nude. Foreplay seemed doubtful as well.

Kay pushed the door closed behind her and then forced naked Mia against it.

The sexy strawberry blonde's breath was taken away and her rosy nipples hardened against the panels of her own front door. Boots prized her feet to shoulder width apart with denim jeans rough on the inside of her thighs. Lambskin rubbed the soft skin of her back. Something hard pressed against her just above the cleft of her ass. 

One arm across the back of her shoulders kept her pressed tightly to the door. Another hand brazenly cupped her heated sex. Two fingers pushed easily inside with the ample assistance of Mia's liquid need.

"Damn, Peaches," Kay whispered deviously. "You really need a good fucking, huh?"

Mia moaned as the fingers inside her curled to probe her g-spot. That wasn't answer enough for Kay.

"You come to the door randy as a stoat, already buck-naked, Ms. Jackson's 'All Nite' rumbling from your speakers, and all you can do is moan?" Kay's fingers began a stabbing rhythm targeting Mia's vulnerable g-spot while she ground her strapon slowly into Mia's ass through a layer of silk and denim. "You're not being too subtle here anyway, Peaches. Just tell me what you need."

While Mia appreciated the line Kay walked between crass and salacious, she wouldn't tolerate a girlfriend talking to her like that. Or another fuck buddy. Or a man with a gun to her head really. But when that velvet-over-steel voice demanded an answer in her mellifluous tone...

"Please take me? I need it," Mai breathed, "I need you."

The verbal surrender in concert with the physical surrender of the gorgeous woman's hot body to lust suited Kay very well. She spun Mia around so her back was to the door and rewarded her compliance with a deep kiss.

Mia's arms draped over her lover's neck, contented. She knew from experience that things would speed soon, but she loved the taste of softness before the thunder.

Kay's tongue slipped easily into her willing mouth to loll about cavalierly. The warm press of full lips and moist cavern between smooth teeth welcomed Kay fondly back. She enjoyed the relaxed comfort she found in her laidback lover. Yet cool Kay found herself moaning as Mia sucked gently, knowingly firing the tall redhead's libido.

One of Kay's dexterous hands caressed the silky skin of Mia's bare hip, while the other hand unzipped her fly to get out the business end of her Penetrix for Mia's pleasure.

After a few more tranquil moments of kissing and touching, both Kay's hands grabbed that juicy ass and kneaded rudely. With almost the same motion, she popped her hips forward and banged her knuckles against the door.

Her hands travelled down a couple inches to where Mia's firm ass met her toned thighs. As those hands lifted, Mia caught on and hopped up to wrap her lovely legs around Kat's trim waist.

Kay continued kissing her until the shorter woman's leg muscles untightened a bit, then managed to pull her hips back enough to insert the silicone cock into Mia's ripe and ready pussy in one unhurried, steady movement.

Mia groaned loudly, both at the insertion itself and the satisfying feeling of fullness. Her own weight pushing the toy further inside caused a well-placed bump to press directly against the g-spot Kay'd teased earlier. She let out a small gratified sigh and laid her head on Kay's leather covered shoulder.

While the newly impaled woman adjusted to her position, the stronger woman adjusted her stance slightly wider to support more weight with her calves and press Mia's upper body firmly into the door with her chest and shoulders. It's no mean feat to fuck a girl like that and success comes from 1% perspiration and 99% preparation.

Mia's impatience bled through quickly and she said something rather foolish.

"Are you going to get started anytime soon?"

Kay laughed.

"Now you wanna beg, huh?"

"I'm not begging."

"Really?" Kay's right hand briefly relinquished its hold to hit three buttons on the remote control attached to her belt loop.

A light buzzing started on her end of the dildo, ending in the bulb against her own g-spot and strongest on the ripples designed to rub across her clit when the action started. She exhaled at the nice new sensation.

Things weren't as calm on Mia's end of the stick. The vibration overwhelmed her with unexpected speed and intensity. 

"Ohoo, ah, fuck!" she gasped. Her body naturally tried to propel itself off the surprisingly overpowering cock, but she had no purchase with her feet, no leverage with her legs and hips, and nowhere to push off to with her arms.

"Well then, you're rather compromised now, huh?" Kay laughed aloud. "You maybe wanna rethink that stubborn refusal of yours to beg?"

"Heartless *gasp* biiitch!" Mia spat. She told herself again that she really wouldn't tolerate this kind of behavior from anyone else.

"Now, now, Peaches," Kay continued to chuckle, knowing that Mia was more frustrated than angry and thoroughly relishing her discomfiture. "You're not helping your case. I think you should be nice to me."

Mia still refused to outright beg out of sheer mulish pride, but she turned her head on Kay's shoulder. Contritely, she put wet kisses up the redhead's long, elegant neck and under her square jaw.

"Mmm," Kay complimented the lusty vibrating woman. "That's better."

The tall woman's hips drew back a few short inches and began thrusting. In her position, she couldn't provide long strokes into Mia's ready sex. She made up for it with vigorous speed.

Mia's hands clinched into tight fists, arms still locked around the back of her lover's neck. The blow to her pride proved worth it as Kay fucked her so fast and short that the friction of the bump sliding back and forth under her g-spot felt like the devilish woman was trying to spark a literal fire inside her overheated cunny. Coupled with the delicious ridges raking passed her clit, she knew she wouldn't last very long.

Although the act of rogering the beautiful strawberry blonde turned her on and felt great, Kay only worked toward Mia's orgasm for the moment. She partially wanted the delayed gratification getting Mia off first would provide, but mostly didn't want her knees to buckle while her fuck buddy's ass was in her hands and have them both come crashing down.

Nonetheless, Kay's labor was enjoyable and little grunts of pleasure and exertion escaped from her mouth as she sawed rapidly in and out of Mia.

Mia was much louder, especially with the speed with which she careened toward her climax. Thinking of Kay coming over got her moist. Kay's voice in her ear and fingers in her pussy got her wet. Kay's magic vibrating cock got her soaked. Kay's pistoning of her pinned and lifted body had her in monsoon season. She screamed with joy as the drenched toy practically sloshed inward and outward.

The Penetrix is one of the best toys of the market for translating tactile sensation between partners, so Kay could acutely feel when that sloshing began to slow spasmodically as Mia's walls clamped down. Knowing her lover's penetration/clitoral stimulation based orgasm to be nigh, Kay maintained her rapid thrust rate. Carefully avoiding rhythmic or speed changes would allow Mia to concentrate on achieving and savoring an extremely powerful and physically exhausting climax.

Short, swift, smooth strokes continued to stoke Mia's fires until she felt herself reach her boiling point. Her back pressed harder to the door. Her buttocks tensed in Kay's hands and her legs squeezed hard around Kay's waist. Her sweet pussy contracted on the Penetrix and her frustrations were justified in an eruption of rapture.

"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!"

Mia's body slumped and hung on Kay, but Kay didn't pause.

Mia's pretty pussy had become too stressed to continue to accept the wild fucking, but Kay didn't pause.

"Please?" Mia moaned, her head rested again on the leather of Kay's shoulder.

"What?" Kay didn't pause.

"Please, Kay," Mia managed more forcefully, "My box can't take it!"

Kay paused.

"Fair enough, Peaches."

Kay lifted Mia off her tool and walked her into her living room to lay her down on her leather sofa. It confused her at first that Kay laid her face down.

That confusion was nearly immediately resolved as Kay laid on top of her and she felt the still vibrating toy hotdog between her buns. Mia groaned in assent.

Kay loved fucking a woman to ecstatic exhaustion and then fucking her willing but helpless her own gratification in the aftermath. Her sexy hostess looked so appetizing when she laid her down on her face on the sleeper sofa. Her mussed locks draped over the smooth skin of her feminine back. A sweeping curve led from there to her bouncy bubble butt. Mia's arms flopped over the arm of the sofa and her utterly unwound thighs were spread ever so slightly on the cushions.

Just lying on top of the spent naked woman while still fully clothed and strapped made Kay feel powerful and dominant, on top of the sexual buzz she'd built up hammering her against the door. Knowing that she was about channel that power into Mia's ass turned her on even more and so Kay savored the moment as she pressed the still vibrating head of her cock into the relaxed rosebud between Mia's pliant cheeks.

"Hey, Peaches," Kay rubbed it in sarcastically, "If you need a break, you feel free to stand up and walk away for a little bit."

"Smug bitch," Mia muttered back clear enough so that Kay could hear her.

Kay smiled and hit another button on the remote on her belt.

The cockhead in Mia's ass changed vibration patterns to a hard juddering setting that made the delicate ring of muscle spasm and jump. The tall redhead felt every twitch and tremor in her end and knew she'd be getting herself off real soon using her fuck buddy's sensitive bottom that way.

"Mmmmmm," Kay gloated through gritted teeth, "You like that, Peaches? Because I'm lovin' it."

"Uhhhhh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh-ugh..." Charming little grunts were forced from Mia as Kay gyrated her pelvis in small circles. The movement primarily served to massage Kay's throbbing clit, but also swirled the head holding open Mia's backdoor.

Kay kept the pattern with only her hips not directly against the naked woman she had penetrated, banking the long smoldering heat in her own pussy she'd developed since setting foot in the apartment. Until she saw stars.

With a guttural growl and a powerful thrust, Kay came loudly and sank the strapon into Mia's sexy ass.

"Aaa-aahhhhhhhhh!" Mia screeched as the powerful vibration churned deep within her.

"Fuck," Kay hit a button and the vibration slowed to the gentle buzzing again. "Sorry, Peaches."

Mia didn't stay displeased. The return to a mild pulsation made her eyes roll back and she let her left leg slide off the sofa so that the awesome toy could push even deeper inside her. Her late night guest had stopped to ride out her orgasm and catch her breath, so Mia luxuriated in the sensations. Primarily the column buried in her tush, but it was always more with Kay inside her.

The powerful, magnetic woman on top of her kissed her neck with silky lips as her silky red hair draped around her smelling delicately of lavender. The soft lambskin and thick denim felt warm on her skin and the weight of her lover comforted her on a very fundamental level.

She knew (and preferred) that Kay would be gone before the sun filtered in through her window in the morning, but she also knew an honest contentment in the moment.

Kay regained herself and figured that Mia had time to adjust to the fullness in her rectum. She began a more moderate stroke, long and tender. All the way out to the head and then back in until jeans met buns.

"Ohhh, Kay, fuck, Kay," Mia intoned, "Harder. Go harder. FUCK ME!"

As aforementioned, Mia had a very firm, very tight, and - most of all - very bouncy ass. Kay had no problem going harder.

She altered her position to put her upper body weight on her forearms in a modified plank. (Modified in that her knees were inside Mia's and her pelvis rebounded off Mia's taut buttocks instead of being locked by her cut abs in sustained suspension in midair.) Seconds later, the strapped woman pumped in and out of the curvy strawberry blonde's rear entrance as fast as her hips would roll to their mutual benefit. 

Kay moaned. Mia moaned. Kay fucked. Mia took it. The pace charged on and both women felt their pulses and pussies quicken. Mia especially felt like her hot ass was on fire in the best possible way.

Kay's right arm reached underneath her hostess to frig her with the ball of her manicured thumb and plunder her with rapid fingers. She started without asking, but halted abruptly. Well, halted her hand. Her hips wouldn't stop for a leprechaun.

"I should have asked," Kay taunted, "Is your 'box' ready to receive again?"

"Mmphf bitch," Mia affirmed between pants.

The powerful redhead smiled again, knowing the expletive for the compliment it really was. She resumed manipulating Mia's waxed cunny with her expert hand. By feel, Kay understood the tensing of her slick walls and unsheathing of her tense clit that Mia was close to her second orgasm.

Kay resolved to come with her and redoubled her effort while altering her angle back a touch to enhance her clitoral stimulation with every - single - individual - satisfying - plunge.

Soon, Kay felt her mind blow again with another bursting apex. Simultaneously, Mia's pussy tightened down on Kay's fingers as her muscles contracted and a flood of cum flowed from her well-fucked body.

Mia blacked out and didn't consciously feel her guest tumble onto her unmoving naked form.

Until her ragged breathing settled, Kay laid still inside her hostess and sweetly caressed the soft skin of her arms and shoulders.

With a deep breath she pulled out and stood, taking a second to admired Mia's cute bumhole as it winked at her. Then she walked to the bathroom, efficiently washed and sanitized the Penetrix, stashed it back inside her jacket, and hung her jacket on the empty coat rack.

"Want a beer?" the temporarily sated ginger woman asked from the kitchen, "I forgot about your penchant for pussy beers." Kay chuckled to herself and muttered, "Huh. Pussy beers?"

"Yeah," Mia answered groggily, having only just come to, "Get me a grapefruit shandy?"

"Sure," Kay agreed easily. She grabbed the shandy for Mia, a double chocolate coffee oatmeal stout for herself, and an extra long necked 12oz green bottle of summer ale that she poured down the sink and popped in the freezer.

"And I like my 'pussy beers,' thank you very much," Mia's said in mock irritation at Kay's light teasing.

"I like your pussy beers too, Peaches," Kay winked as she handed over the shandy, "I also like this song mix. Excellent sex soundtrack."

"Thanks. I made it for Zumba, but it worked pretty well."

"I especially got into LL's 'Control Myself' remix."

"I noticed."

Kay winked and took another sip of her stout.

"So, I'm sorry I didn't really get the time to make myself up for you like I normally do."

Dangerous statement. If Kay was honest, she thought Mia wore too much make up and certainly spent too much effort on it. But she definitely wouldn't say that. It was not an advantageous time for honesty and Mia wasn't the type of woman who responded well to a prod at an insecure area.

With that in mind, Kay had to proceed prudently. Any idiot would know not to tell her that she needed the makeup, but she couldn't say "I don't care about your makeup" or "you don't really need makeup" either without invalidating all the time she usually took with it. 

Luckily, Kay had years of experience in having profitable conversations with female acquaintances that she either wanted to sleep with or wanted to continue sleeping with.

"I drove hours out of my way to come see you. If I just wanted a girl wearing makeup, I could stop at any mall in the country. You're more than that, Peaches." Kay flashed a smile and finished with a quick kiss to Mia's naturally rosy lips, then took her half-finished shandy into the kitchen with her finished stout.

Mia cocked her head in curiosity as Kay pulled a beer bottle from her freezer after she set the other ones in her sink. Little wisps of cold breath drifted out of the bottle's mouth and condensation dripped down the neck to the small round body and off the butt to the floor.

With another mischievous smile, Kay walked over to where Mia still sprawled on her leather sofa, but face up this time.

The tall redhead knelt between her legs and pulled her by her calves to the edge of the seat so her reenergized sex was on display.

Millimeter by millimeter, Kay pressed the bottle neck inside, the cold a shock to the beautiful woman's heated body. Kay added to the thrilling mix of effects with her warm wet tongue tracing above, beside, and below where the chilled bottle met hot skin as she worked it in a gentle push and pull to and from Mia's center.

Both women were just starting to really get into it when the doorbell rang. As one, they looked to see it was nearly 3 in the morning.

"I'll get it," Kay offered with a laugh, since she was still fully clothed - sans jacket.

Kay opened the door to find a pretty girl, just as she'd hoped in the small hours at the arguably promiscuous Mia's apartment.

"Well come on in, Bright Eyes." Kay welcomed the hazel eyed cutie standing in the rain. "Let's get you out of those wet clothes."

"Is Mia here?" The girl asked, unsure at meeting a stranger.

"LJ, what are you doing here?" Mia scolded as she walked toward the door. "You should have called first."

"Aww," Kay interjected as she pulled LJ inside and held her slim hips from behind, "Your little friend can play too. I don't mind."

"I'm sorry. I couldn't call. My, uh, I don't have my phone anymore." LJ apologized, distracted as one of Kay's arms locked around her and the other hand slipped under her waistband, passed her naval, and heading south.




As I Want You to Be Ch. 03



LJ was already having the most upsetting day of her eighteen years. Add in the jealousy she felt at Kay's presence and Mia's nakedness, the arousal she felt at Kay's presence and Mia's nakedness, and the trepidation she felt at having to ask for help from a woman she really barely knew, and LJ couldn't make heads or tails of her emotions or thoughts.

Mia saw the consternation, but misconstrued it.

"Get off her, Kay. Sheesh." She drew Kay away from the embattled LJ and whispered in her ear of the teenage boi's virginal status.

"She could still have some fun with us, Peaches. Or I could take care of that for you," Kay's best seductive smile landed effectively on LJ and flustered her. "Tonight."

LJ's eyes went wide.

"You," Mia pointed at Kay and then down her short hallway, "Bedroom. And don't touch her sexually until and unless I say otherwise."

Kay put her hands up in surrender and - after a conspiratorial wink and shrug of apology at LJ - shut herself in Mia's bedroom. She thought the pretty boi was cute, but wouldn't risk pissing off the rather tempestuous Mia and losing her best sex in Oregon over a quick roll in the hay of unknown quality.

"Now, Kay was half-right," Mia reached opened her linen/coat closet and put on a redingote as a makeshift robe, then tossed some flannel pajamas to LJ, "You do need to change out of those wet clothes and get warmed up. I'll get you a cuppa."

The beautiful woman brewed two cups of vanilla comoro tea with cream and honey while LJ changed, then threw her wet clothes in the wash. Mia sat on the couch and patted the seat next to her.

LJ sat in the flannel pajamas and sipped tea, continuing to look abjectly miserable.

"So why couldn't you call, Handsome?"

"My dad made me give him my phone back."

"And why did he do that?"

Through a series of gently prodding questions, Mia learned that LJ had facebooked an account of their adventure together - in rather specific and honest detail - and her mother saw a repost of it. Consequently, her parents turned her away when she'd arrived home from school after track practice and biology study group.

She had no money and worried that her friends' parents may have heard as well and she mightn't be welcome at their houses either, so she spent 8 hours walking in intermittent rain to Mia's apartment. 

"Well, I'll make up the sleeper bed and you get a solid night's sleep," Mia offered to save the baby dyke the embarrassment of asking, "Things will look less dire come morning. 

The teen remained clearly bummed, so Mia kissed her cheek and set about laying out the bedclothes.

LJ crawled in to sleep directly thereafter, wishing Mia a good night. Sleep didn't come.

Mia retired to her bedroom and her other guest. She walked inside to find Kay already naked this time, took off her coat, and shut the door behind her. Kay stepped forward and put her arms around the irritated woman.

"Not so fast. I'm still mad at you."

Not the answer the intemperate redhead wanted to hear, but she'd work with it.

"Good. You're sexy when you're angry." Kay spun her around, tripped her onto the queen bed, and followed to land on top of her.

Mia tried to hold her ground as the powerful woman on top of her pinioned her limbs with an air of ease and kissed her with a sense of entitlement. The annoyed woman couldn't hope to physically thwart Kay's will, but she contumaciously refused to return the kiss.

Her pride and anger held only a few moments against Kay's technique and insistence. Under the sensual volley of Kay's nibbles and licks to her closed lips, Mia reluctantly parted them to allow the redhead's talented tongue inside.

Unfortunately for Kay, Mia seemed loath to close her mouth once she opened it. She broke off to talk.

"I can't believe - or with you I guess I can believe - you went after LJ like that."

"Aw, c'mon," Kay attempted to forestall the conversing that she saw coming by moving down the bed, kneeling, and lifting one of Mia's toned legs over her shoulder, "Can you really blame me for wanting a cool drink of water with my sweet cherry pie?"

Mia was not to be distracted from her need to talk even by the offer of oral.

"She's had a really hard night, you know?"

Kay bit back a groan and crawled back up the bed to lay on her side facing Mia, mature enough to recognize that sometimes you had to let a woman talk at you for a while if you wanted to fuck her again.

"Why was her night hard?" 

Mia retold the story. 

"So she can hang out here tomorrow. I'll drive her back home on Sunday afternoon when her parents have had a chance to cool down."

Kay realized that her interpretation differed about 90 degrees from Mia's rather charmed outlook. She said a lot with a raised eyebrow.

"Look, they just found out that their little girl lied, took a bus to the city, tried to use a fake I.D. to get in a club, received oral sex in public from a 25 year-old stranger, went home with the stranger, drank, and then gave the stranger head and cock. It's a lot to take in and she'll probably be grounded until she graduates." 

"I think you're ignoring the obvious."

Mia's eyebrow replied, but her pursed mouth suggested that she'd rather not face the obvious.

"What?"

"They found out what happened, waited for her to arrive home, took her bag with her phone, and sent her out into the rainy night with only the clothes on her back. It won't blow over and they won't take her back in. So what are you going to do with the Puppy you let follow you home?"

The question hung in the air. Both women knew the only answer, but it needed to be said aloud and acknowledged.

"I have to let her stay here, I guess. At least until she graduates. Probably until she starts school and can move into a dorm in the fall," Mia sighed.

"Would it be that much of a hardship for you?"

"No. I mean, not financially. She can eat what I eat and sleep on the couch. I just don't like living with anyone. Much less a teenager I'll have to look out for."

"Really? You'll need to get rid of the white picket fences in her eyes of course, but you don't see the advantage of having that young stud on call so close to your bed?"

Mia absolutely saw those advantages. As much as she tried to make a responsible and kind decision based solely on the ethics of the situation, those sexual advantages carried weight. But Mia was at least deep enough to realize that they shouldn't and tried to display some moral fortitude.

"That's horrible, Kay. Shouldn't you be paired with an angel if you're going to give me advice like that? Someone to tell me I should be good to her because it's the right thing to do?"

Mia could swear a brief look of tenderness crossed Kay's face, but it was gone again before she could be sure.

"I'm not suggesting you make her bang for roof, or anything like that. You look like a 50s pin-up girl, Peaches," Kay smiled alluringly, "I'm pretty sure that her pants will be around her ankles the second you wiggle your little finger."

Mia rolled onto her back and wiggled her little finger.

"So, something like this?"

Kay realigned herself and her intentions and spread herself over Mia.

"*kiss* Just *kiss* like *kiss* that."

Kay worked quickly to reignite Mia's passion, skipping down to her "cherry pie" and unceremoniously diving in.

Her tongue found the gorgeous woman's clit and lashed it. Mercilessly.

"What the...ah fuck!" Mia glibly responded.

Without waiting for her to finish her harried thought, the redhead brought her tongue down to Mia's tunnel and began generously tonguefucking the squealing woman. Having not licked up the excess first and with Mia being such a copious producer of love fluids, Kay had to be careful to make a slight concave with her tongue to let the liquid flow smoothly down her throat.

Pulling away from the virtual flow of Mia, Kay asked an important question.

"Tongue? Dildo? Fingers?"

"Ah...Dildo! And, and fingers, and tongue."

"Excellent selection, Madam. Allow me to gather my accoutrements." Kay stood and threw Mia's sleep mask to her. "And no peeking for you. It spoils the effect. I'm going to grab something from my jacket."

Mia - through the white noise of lust fogging her hearing - heard Kay step out of the room, presumably to get the item from her black lambskin jacket on the coat rack by the front door.

Meanwhile in the living room, LJ stared blankly at the off television, unable to sleep as she unsuccessfully tried to wrap her mind around how her life had changed in the past hours. Her parents had essentially disowned her. Her one sexual escapade had become common knowledge at her school. The only woman she ever knew carnally was in her bedroom with another woman. Life sucked.

She overheard a loud bounce on that wonderful bed and then the other two women talking in hushed tones. Her stomach twisted as she heard Mia's squealing. She'd caused that same squealing three weeks before. She'd been where that redheaded woman was, giving Mia pleasure.

The door opened and LJ turned to shoot daggers from her eyes at that Kay woman who strutted naked from her strawberry-blonde goddess's bedroom. Those daggers would not be dulled by the fact that she was only the second woman LJ had gotten a good look at naked and that she was tall, lean, smooth, with great breasts and nipples, powerful arms and thighs, graceful calves and hands, a benevolent face, a shock of gorgeous titan hair on her head and a thatch of matching red hair...

Kay read the emotions LJ worked through as her eyes hated her and lusted for her at the same time. She responded by tickling her fingers through the ginger pubes that caught LJ's interest then bringing them up to tap at her bright green eyes and redirect the dejected boi's attention. She made the universal shushing signal with one finger to her lips, then walked to her jacket and popped a tic-tac.

On the walk back to the bedroom, Kay tapped LJ on the shoulder and motioned for her to come along.

Orphans - or effective orphans - touched the usually selfish Kay's heart. Walking by the wretched teen and not helping her would be like walking passed a whimpering puppy with a thorn in its paw and leaving it to hobble about in pain. Unconscionable. 

Still, the hurt puppy doesn't know the stranger's trying to help it and Kay would be growled and nipped at until she proved herself friendly.

At the door to the bedroom, Kay signaled for LJ to stop and repeated her signal to remain quiet. Then Kay returned to the bed to kiss Mia hello again.

Aware of their audience, Kay took some time and trouble to kiss all over Mia's beautiful face, down her neck, over her shoulders...

"Quit showboating and fuck me."

Mia's irritation and horniness had compounded in Kay's absence. She'd been worked up and allowed to settle without relief three times in row and had no patience for an extended prelude.

"Alright," Kay turned to LJ and smiled, then stepped over to the nightstand.

"Where the hell are you going now?!"

"To your nightstand."

"What for?"

"To get something all the better to fuck you with, my dear."

"Then what did you get from your jacket?"

Kay knelt on the other side of Mia's spread legs from LJ so the enamored teen would have an unobstructed view and ran the end of a 7-inch wanded dildo along the inside of the aroused woman's thigh to tease her leaky entrance. 

"Tic-tac," Kay answered matter-of-factly.

"Crazy fucking daywalker - ahhhhhh!" Mia ended her insult abruptly as Kay drove the dildo in to the hilt.

"Peaches, someone on your end of the wand should be awfully careful what she says to someone on my end of the wand," Kay answered with a laugh in her voice as she looked over to LJ and began a regular thrusting. After a few strokes, the so-called daywalker played flick the bean with her free hand.

"Oh *thrust* ah *thrust* you *thrust* ah *thrust* you *thrust* ah *thrust* ah *thrust* ah *thrust* you *thrust* smug *thrust* ah *thrust* bitch," Mia gloated over her defiance for a half of a heartbeat, "Nuh-uhhhh!" 

Kay took the wand and her hand away.

"I warned you, Peaches," Kay gloated right back as she straddled the frustrated woman's face and felt the sleep mask against her buttcheeks, "Now it's my turn first."

Mia was a good sport and had little choice as Kay's knees held her arms in place. She drove her tongue up into the redhead and Kay started grinding on her sexy face. 

Kay gazed over at LJ briefly, but just as quickly closed her eyes so the girl wouldn't be self-conscious about watching, held the headboard for balance, and got into riding Mia's face.

LJ stared openly in fascination, without considering looking away but continually shifting her focus. Kay's enraptured face stole her attention for a moment as the tall woman rocked her body. Her tight abs and straining biceps flexed. Her pelvis gyrated. Her chest stood out proudly and heaved with her heavy breathing. LJ thought that she could smell the difference in the two women's arousal.

The enthralled boi looked down to Mia. At first she was spread open, so that LJ could see her excited, heated, flowering, wet pussy. Like a siren's call, the view drew her in so that she was physically leaning forward. If she were more confident or more experienced, she'd dive into that open invitation, but she stood rooted in tentativeness instead. She regretted her lack of gumption while she watched Mia rub her legs together like a cricket in her frustration.

Kay felt herself getting close and dropped into a 69 position on her elbows.

"Don't you dare stop, Peaches." Kay warned as she dove nose first where LJ didn't.

Mia had no intention of stopping and kept time to Kay's hips even as Kay began fathoming into her pulsing sex with her long tongue and distracting poor Mia to no end.

LJ could see both women nearly racing to orgasm. Even in her relative naiveté, she recognized that the bunching of Kay's shoulders and the clenching of her ass to mean that her climax was nigh. Her head came up from Mia's snatch as she roared her pleasure to the world. 

Mia's legs came up and closed on the tall woman's head to pull her back in. Red hair spilled out around her thighs. Her hips pumped furiously and she got her long awaited release, although her cries were muffled by Kay's muff still in her face.

Kay stood, stretched, and rolled Mia onto her side so the spent woman could sleep comfortably.

"You enjoy your nap, Peaches," Kay suggested with a slap to her ass, "I'm going to wash up."

Mia muttered something unintelligible and snored softly.

The tall redhead gathered her clothes and boots into her arms and grinned meaningfully at LJ.

"Enjoy the show?" she mouthed.

LJ only then realized that she'd had her hand in her borrowed pajama pants. She'd never be quite sure when exactly that happened. She blushed abashed at being called out.

Kay smiled as she watched LJ sniffing her own fingers and then motioned for the pretty teen to follow her back into the living room.

LJ walked after Kay, noticing how nice she looked from behind too and that she herself smelled different than either Mia or Kay.

"So, are we friends now?" Kay asked as she hooked her bra back on.

"Yeah, we're friends," LJ answered as she watched Kay put her bra back on.

"You know, if you had come correct and not shown up looking like a half-drowned puppy, Mia would have let you join us. Then I'd have had you do that to Mia while I took her ass."

"She does that?" LJ couldn't be sure herself if she meant anal sex or threesomes.

"Mia does all kinds of things, Puppy. She's pretty much a hedonist. What you have to do is convince her that what you want will be fun for her and then make sure that it is. And not show up looking like a sad, wet puppy, of course." Kay prepared mentally to impose the rougher conversation. And wished she didn't have to, "Tonight mayn't have been the right time anyway and I am sorry I was so forceful with you earlier. I didn't realize you weren't here for the same reason I was."

"I guess I sorta am here for the same reason. Or at least it crossed my mind. I guess I coulda gone somewhere else instead."

"Could you have?"

LJ paused and fought back tears.

"No. Probably not."

"Is there any chance your parents will let you move back in?"

LJ lost the fight and bawled.

"No."

"Hey Kiddo," Kay comforted as best she knew how, "Cry if you need to. You just learned that a love that should be unconditional isn't. That's a jagged pill to swallow." 

Kay - dressed now except for her boots and jacket - sat next to LJ, put her arms around her, and let her cry.

After a few minutes, the older woman patted the baby dyke on the back, unsure as to whether that was the hard part.

"Look, Kiddo, Mia will hug you and tell you everything's going to be okay tomorrow. She's good people and she's going to let you stay here awhile," Kay could feel LJ's shoulders tighten and wondered if the girl had given any consideration to the immediate dangers of her homelessness, "But you're going to need a plan."

"A plan?" LJ pulled away and shook her head, "I have to graduate in two months so I can keep my scholarship this fall?"

"That's good," Kay felt assured that the young butch's priorities were right anyway, "But how are you going to get to school on Monday? Walk both ways? And what will you wear? Where will you get lunch money? A good tennis racket?"

LJ stared horrified at Kay. She hadn't reasoned through the practical aspects of her life unravelling yet. 

She glanced over to the washer where her one set of clothes - and P.E. clothes at that - sat waiting to be moved to the dryer. The pair of sneakers drying by the front door was the only other item she owned in the world. She had no money to buy more. She had no way to get money.

"Kiddo, are you realizing that you're completely dependent on the charity of a woman you barely know?" Kay pulled on her boots. 

"Yeah." An actual puppy doesn't understand that a thorn in its paw could potentially cripple it for life, but LJ's mind flashed to just how bad things could become because of one juvenile misstep.

"What's your parents' address?"

"Why?"

"I'm going to get your stuff. They don't need it."

"They're not going to let you."

"You let me worry about that, Kiddo," Kay stooped to grab a box of big black trash bags from under Mia's sink, "Think carefully now. Is there anything in your house that you want outside of your bedroom? A bike in the garage? A picture of your great aunt on the mantle? A computer in the den?"

"No, it's all in my room. It's 123 Road ST."

"Okay. You stay put and sleep if you can," Kay threw on her jacket and punched the address into GPS on her phone, "I'll be back with your stuff in a couple hours."

"...okay." LJ didn't sound convinced.

Kay, with un-innate emotional insight that had been cultivated for the love of someone else, understood that the broken baby butch needed more. She walked back to the severed teen and held her tightly, her hands rubbing the small of her back and her warm breath on her neck. 

"I'm going to make sure you're set up with everything you need, Kiddo. You're going to come out of this okay. So sleep now."

LJ, after an exhausting and turbulent day, did curl up on the sofa bed and sleep feeling that things would be okay. Somehow.

Kay drove in the early morning rain, listening to Skillet's "Monster" and fighting not to plan to unleash the substantial righteous anger she was feeling on LJ's behalf. Taking emotionally satisfying actions for herself wouldn't help the troubled teen in the short- or long-term.

She parked her Jaguar along the curb just off the property, strutted up, and knocked on the door. No one answered, so she knocked again louder.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?!" The angry man virtually shouted at her as he cracked open the door to see who was there.




As I Want You to Be Ch. 03



"5:37," Kay answered as she pushed into the house.

She immediately located LJ's school backpack, checked that her cell was inside, and slung it over a shoulder before bounding up the stairs to the teen's old room. Kay had her sports bag over the other shoulder and her laptop half in its carrying bag before LJ's father regained himself and accosted her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Gathering your daughter's things," Kay explained while tossing the rest of LJ's electronics into the laptop bag.

"You can't do that!"

"You are manifestly wrong," Kay noted, opening the dresser and throwing clothes into a large trash bag.

"I'm what?"

"Wrong. I clearly can collect your daughter's things," Kay filled a second bag, picked up everything she had thus far, and carried it down the stairs.

"If you take that stuff out that door, I'm calling the cops!"

"No, you won't," Kay answered without turning, "Because - when they arrive - I'll be a dominatrix who's performed a couple's session and been refused payment."

"No one will believe that!"

"No, but they'll repeat the rumor throughout your little one-horse town for years, especially when I give your local paper a list of fetishes. You seem like a cock cage and anal beads kind of guy by the way. For starters. Anyway, I'm betting you're more afraid of a scandal than I am of jail time."

Kay did pause and received no answer.

"Okay, so I'm going to put this load in my car, come back for one more, and then you should never see me again."

Kay took silence as consent and did just that. 

There was no further argument on her return inside, so Kay packed the rest of LJ's stuff. 

As she walked back out of the teen's old room for the second and last time, LJ's mother made an appearance.

"Honey, what's this woman doing here?!"

"Go back to bed!"

"I will not!" she turned to Kay, "What are you doing here?!"

"Gathering your daughter's things," Kay explained again without stopping on her way to her car.

"Is she okay?"

Kay stopped at the concern in the middle-aged woman's voice, and twisted the knife.

"She's a pretty girl who's been turned out on the street with no money, no job, and no skills. I'm guessing someone will keep her 'okay' until the pretty wears out."

LJ's father covered his face, but her mother stood horrorstricken and torn. Even Kay couldn't leave a mother with those thoughts, no matter how shitty a mother.

"She's not homeless. She's not streetwalking or selling drugs. Your daughter has fallen in with people who are more charitable and compassionate than the heartless parents who threw away their only child," Kay amended.

"We don't have to listen to that!" LJ's father lashed out defensively.

"No, but you do have to live with it." Kay shut the door behind her, jumped into her car, and drove away.

On her way back to Mia's, she stopped at a truckstop with a Western Union and picked up a money order. While the agent was figuring herself out, Kay did some quick research on banking, transit, cell service, and gyms local to Mia's apartment. Then she bought some Krispy Kreme doughnuts, a quart of chocolate milk, a spiral notebook and a pen, and a sugar-free Monster and got back on the road.

LJ woke to her shoulder being gently shaken. 

"Puppy, get up and help me drag in your stuff. Then you can have some doughnuts." Kay had her electronics, sports gear, and backpack inside already.

LJ didn't realize how hungry she'd gotten until she smelled the fresh baked goods. She hurried to get everything inside, a pile of trash bags. For the first time, she wondered what she could pawn or sell on eBay.

"I think that significantly decreases your material needs," Kay grabbed a doughnut and handed the young dyke the money order, "And this should keep you for your first year at school anyway."

LJ looked at the nines.

"I can't take this," the teen refused reflexively out of politeness.

"Yes. You can. You don't have other good choices right now," Kay pressed the money order firmly into her hands, "And I spent more than half that on the clothes I'm wearing, so don't worry about it."

"Thank you."

"Just be smart with it. It's meant primarily as a nest egg, but it would probably be a good idea to take $500 or so and upgrade your wardrobe a bit. All your underwear looks like something either Doris Day or the Brawny Man would wear." Kay brushed off the thanks with some humor before delving into the purpose of the conversation. "Do you have a plan yet?"

"Um," LJ did not.

"Here's what you'll do for now. Today, you're going to take this to the Wells Fargo up the street and open a savings account. Not checking, savings. Then open a $250 protected line of credit in order to build your rating and establish your monthly allowance. Next, walk to the station and buy a bus pass... Write this down, Puppy. I'm not talking for my health."

LJ got the notebook and pen and started a list.

"Then you'll buy unlimited minutes, texts, and crappy internet for your phone by the month from a Tracfone carrier and join the 24 Hour Fitness on the corner. It's a gym with showers and wireless internet. Mia doesn't like people underfoot, so you're going to basically live there. Be home by curfew to sleep here though, so she doesn't worry. And keep your 'bed' made and your stuff put away when you're not here. You getting this?"

"Yeah," LJ kept scribbling notes.

"Alright. Buy any vitamins or protein you need, but don't worry too much about food. You're young and you're pretty. Just walk around looking hungry and someone will feed you."

The aspiring butch bristled at being called "pretty" and Kay took a beat to not laugh at the false gravity of her fragile self-image. 

During the pause, she appraised the teen's looks critically. She stood reasonably tall, around 5'8" or so. She rode the line between naturally slender and athletically lean. Even in the loose flannel pajamas she'd borrowed from the rather curvaceous Mia, Kay could see that she couldn't weigh more than 120lbs.

Most damning for any hopes of winning a King's Night, LJ's face was a pretty girl's face. Bright hazel eyes and tousled brown hair could serve either gender, but her fine nose, delicate jaw, and cupid's bow lips revealed her loveliness to anyone's eyes. 

"Kiddo, you're pretty. You can be a pretty girl or a pretty boi, but you're going to be pretty. Unless you get some drastic plastic surgery, but that'd be a shame." Kay ran her fingertips along the smooth curve of LJ soft-featured face and answered her identity vexation as gently as she could without blowing smoke. "You need to make your peace with it. Meanwhile, you need to finish taking notes."

LJ resumed her jotting.

"Okay. After you take your last high school final, you get a freakin' job the next day. When you receive your first paycheck, buy a motorcycle, two full-face helmets, and leathers. The insurance and fees will be higher initially, but the vehicle itself, the gas, and the maintenance will be cheaper over time. Plus, girls who won't look at you in a $12,000 Honda Civic will cream themselves over you on a $2,000 Honda Rebel. Right?"

"Got it."

Both women enjoyed a couple more doughnuts and a glass of chocolate milk.

"Well," Kay patted LJ on the knee and stood up, "it's been fun, but I have to leave in 30 minutes and I wanna fuck Mia's ass again."

LJ opened and closed her mouth a couple times without saying anything.

"Yes, Puppy. You can come watch."

Kay walked up the hall and back to Mia's room. LJ trailed after at her heels.

The nightstand drawer opening and closing didn't wake the heavy sleeping beauty as Kay took a Feeldoe and some KY from inside. With an eye for teaching and flair for dramaturgy, Kay faced LJ and undid her fly.

She took the medium pink dildo and inserted her end easily in through the flaps in the front of her silken boxer-briefs. She spread the lube over Mia's end with her right hand, and then wiped the excess onto the bedspread.

Mia roused when Kay pulled the bedspread off her still naked body, but was quickly mollified with the heat of Kay's clothed body covering her back and the passion of her morning greeting.

"I want you again," Kay spoke softly in Mia's ear, after pulling her messy bedhead hair aside and over her smooth shoulder. Had she more time, she might have spent several minutes playing with the pretty hair, but she had promises to keep and miles to go. 

Kay did put feather kisses and light scratches over her shoulder blades, down the curve of her lower back, and over the globes of her perky ass. She opened those sweet cheeks and massaged the cute round target she found there with the ball of her thumb, not trying for any surprises.

Mia - groggy but amenable - raised her ass slightly on her own to create an arch. Kay appreciated the effort somewhat, but wanted more and pulled her onto her hands and knees for proper doggystyle, then put a few pillows between her knees and hands.

This time, LJ knew exactly when her hand went into her pants.

Kay quickly took a handful of pretty strawberry-blonde hair with one hand to keep Mia facing forward with LJ out of her eyeline. She pressed the thumb of her other hand inside and worked the tight ring open to loosen her for the plowing to come.

Kay checked the clock. 25 minutes.

With a considerate measured push of her powerful hips and thighs, Kay sank the toy deep into the awaiting sheath. She retained a grip on Mia's hair, using it simultaneously to force the deep, deep arch she wanted and to keep Mia facing the headboard and not LJ. Her other hand stroked the arc of Mia's body to soothe her as she adjusted to the phallus buried inside her.

The tall woman's hand sliding to her hip told the gorgeous woman on her hands and knees that the pounding would start presently. Mia pressed her butt back encouragingly into Kay's pelvis to let her know that a good ass pounding was exactly what she wanted on that fine Saturday morning.

LJ watched, transfixed. It was so very...boss. Kay walked in - fully clothed - pulled the peerless Mia onto her hands and knees from a dead sleep with a whisper, used her hair to face her as desired, and thrust a Feeldoe into her ass.

Kay picked up steam to a pace calculated to burn as much energy as possible as quickly as possible.. Long, steady strokes had Mia moaning and rolling her ass back to meet the pleasure. At least, as long as she could. 

Mia hadn't fully recovered from the several rounds of sex earlier that morning, but Kay expected that. When Mia's arms gave out, Kay didn't miss a stroke. She released her hair to keep from hurting her lover as she collapsed, but was careful that to face her away from LJ as she fell so that the curious boi could continue to enjoy the show and so that Kay could continue to enjoy the ride without Mia potentially getting pissed at the intrusion.

The trembling legs gave out shortly thereafter, and Mia's whole body slumped onto the pillows and into a sexual enervation.

Kay got into her time at that point. With Mia's backdoor as relaxed as the rest of her body, there was no need to hold back and the powerful woman went wild. Her lower torso moved like greased lightning. Her free hand playfully slapped Mia's bouncy ass, eliciting a mix of squeaks intermingled erratically with the little grunts she gave every time the cock hit home within her.

The toy inside her buffed her with each movement and propelled her higher and higher toward her morning ecstasy. 

LJ looked on with the mixed emotions as she did before. Seeing Mia being taken so physically and so clearly enjoying it humanized her, but left the confused teen with twinges of jealousy and something like regret. Seeing Kay behave so masterfully made her rethink how she could be herself and left her with a fairly serious girlcrush on the powerful redhead.

With about five minutes left, Kay got pretty serious. Her free hand went to her crotch and touched herself as LJ did, helping out the hard ridges of the funtime Feeldoe as she brought herself to a well-earned climax.

Kay groaned loudly as she came, the lack of sleep hitting her hard and knocking her to the bed by Mia. The spent woman pulled out and laid for a couple minutes in a light snooze on Mia's comfy bed.

LJ was the only one who jumped when Kay's alarm went off to tell her it was 8 o'clock and time to hit the road.

Kay exerted some self-discipline and forced herself to get up and get going. Mia was not pleased.

"Where are you going?" Mia whined.

"Time's up. Gotta run."

"You're not going to...?"

Kay leaned in close and whispered impishly into Mia's ear.

"Have your new Puppy come lick you."

"Evil bitch," Mia retorted blearily.

"I'll text you next time I'm in town, Peaches."

"You'd better," Mia smiled wryly and drifted back to sleep.

Kay dropped the Feeldoe on the carpet and cleaned up briefly in the bathroom. She came out to see LJ still standing stock still, watching Mia sleep.

Kay took her hand and led her back to the kitchen.

"I won't be coming through here on my way back." Anytime Kay could get home by 7:30, she did. "Get your notebook."

Kay grabbed her Monster and downed half of it in a draught. Then she took LJ's notebook and wrote her email address and a phone number.

"You can email me, but I don't check this very often. If you run into immediate trouble, call the number. It belongs to a lady named Hannah. She knows how to get ahold of me and will look after you until I can if you need looking after."

"Why can't I have your number?"

"Because I have too much to protect, Puppy. You're a good kid, but all I really know about you is that you confess when you shouldn't." Kay squeezed the baby dyke's shoulder and made it a compliment, "In fact, I'm betting that the first thing you do when you talk to Mia again is come clean about your voyeurism."

LJ swallowed, knowing Kay was right.

Kay read the guilty teen's face and allayed her concerns on the way out the door.

"She'll think it's cute. If you tell her before 10am or so, she'll probably let you in bed for a cuddle."

LJ shut the door after her new idol and watched her walk to her Jaguar. Then she walked to Mia's room to confess.



As I Want You to Be



"Can I try licking your pussy next, please?"

Mia turned left to take her stray home and feed her.